The Hero Hall was left in a deathly silence, so quiet that even breathing was barely audible.
The Bishop stared intently at Rod, searching for any hint of hesitation, fear, or retreat in his expression.
These were the cracks in the soul that wouldn’t appear under normal circumstances, but at critical monts, they could lead to a ntal collapse.
However, there was none of the usual signs in Rod’s expression.
At first, he was a bit shocked, but gradually, his eyes brightened like the morning star in the night.
"Your Excellency the Bishop, is what you say true?"
The Bishop replied with the utmost certainty, "Of course!"
But this answer did not achieve the expected effect.
In the darkness, the Bishop clearly saw Rod smile.
"I understand."
He said in a very calm tone.
"I will do my utmost to fight these demons and monsters, I will slaughter all these harmful vermin until the sun shines upon the earth again."
The Bishop watched him, trying to find any pretense in his expression.
But he failed, as the young man’s expression only showed strong anticipation and fighting spirit.
Yet, he had clearly been fearful, clearly afraid.
The Bishop found it hard to understand.
From the mont Rod stepped into the domain of the hall, he had been observing him, sensing his emotions just as he had done with every newcor about to join the Fire Hall.
Rod’s performance was not good, could even be said to be quite poor, with much coldness and fear in his heart. After hearing his words, he was full of shock and disbelief.
But when he delivered the final strike, the guy suddenly changed.
Why was that?
Did he particularly like being at odds with the world?
The Bishop stopped this absurd idea and repeated the sa question once more.
Rod only gave a brief reply.
"Ready."
The Bishop found no emotional flaws, his characteristic was emotional resonance, and it was impossible for soone to deceive him with a guise.
Why was this so?
The Bishop was baffled beyond asure.
In the end, he could only believe that in the last mont, he had overco his inner demons.
It truly was a miracle.
The Bishop thought, lifting his finger slightly.
The Hero Hall was once again illuminated, the black orb disappeared, and Trolian’s statue remained unchanged.
The Envoy stepped forward, bowing slightly.
"Congratulations, Lord Rod, you have passed the test and officially entered the Fire Hall, becoming a Fire Strong."
Rod was stunned, "What do you an? A test?"
The Bishop said with a smile, "Yes, a test of courage and spirit, which everyone who enters the Fire Hall must pass."
"This..." Rod found it hard to accept and cautiously asked, "The Will of Evil... is not the truth of the world?"
The Bishop smiled and shook his head, "That’s just one of the theories in the Jinwoosi Society. How can the world have a will? The nature of monsters is chaos and disorder, and will is a product of order. It’s a fallacy in itself for inorganic, dead matter to produce a will, though indeed there are powerful beings moving towards us, but that might just be the unconscious wandering of monsters."
He added another sentence.
"Of course, Spirit Realm Monsters and the Abyss Rifts truly exist."
But Rod still found it hard to accept and countered, "A theory?"
The Bishop gently said, "Yes, a theory that explains a certain phenonon in the existing world. Similar theories number in the hundreds, they all fit very well internally and sound quite reasonable. If there weren’t hundreds of others, I might have believed it too."
The Envoy said with a laugh, "Every ti a newcor arrives, your Excellency the Bishop chooses one of these to test the newcor’s beliefs and courage."
Rod was completely dumbfounded, "What if I hadn’t passed?"
The Bishop drew a fla symbol on his chest and calmly said, "Then you could not enter the Fire Hall, those with cracks in their souls, those without firm beliefs, cannot beco pillars."
The Envoy explained, "They can only be used as secondary combat units, without the right to independently fight or the privileges of the Fire Hall. The Chief Judges who initially attacked you were not formal mbers."
The Bishop raised his hand, and a spark burst out from Trolian’s bronze statue, landing on Rod’s forehead.
A fla coat flashed over him, and a fire symbol appeared on his collar.
"This is Fire Protection, it can help you block one attack that inflicts significant damage."
The Bishop crossed his hands over his heart and devoutly said.
"It cos from the soul essence of the human hero Trolian, who, even though he died over a thousand years ago, still protects us."
"Every step you take upward, this fire symbol will gain another layer."
Rod’s heart chilled, suddenly recalling the first ti he saw Qingyu, her collar indeed sported a three-layer fire symbol, and all Guardians were First Level Combatants.
She had already been a mber of the Main Hall at that ti.
"What happens after it’s used?"
The Bishop gently said, "Return to the Hero Hall, I will help you recharge it. It’s not only your amulet but also your insignia. If you unfortunately fall in battle, we will use the insignia to find your remains."
Rod’s face turned black, "I think I don’t need it."
"No, you need it, everyone does."
The Bishop gently said, picked up a basin of clean water, and poured it over him wildly, then sprayed his face with wooden splinters, and finally, a basin of petals poured down from the sky.
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